This is my first fic with Artemis in it, so please advise me. His little sister shows up too.. PLZ R&R!!!
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"No, Myles! NO, BECKETT!! Stop touching my stuff, or I'll tell Mum!" As I herded my older brothers [you couldn't tell- people always think I'm the older one] out of my turret room, I heaved a dramatic and drawn out sigh. Well, I told myself, At least they're both headed to St. Bartelby's in two days. It's a miracle they even got in, but it's a 'Family Tradition'. For the boys, at least. Ever since they discovered girls at the tender age of ten, it seems like their brains have turned to mush. Except when they tease me, all they ever do is eat, sleep, and go on the Internet. Their combined I.Q. is around fifty. [Don't believe me? We had them tested. Technically, Mum and Dad did, but whatever.] But the way they push me around, you'd think they were five or six years my senior- not just one.
"Helen!" called Mother from the bottom of the stairs. "Helen Diana Fowl! Get down here now- your brother's here!"
My brother? Now? He wasn't expected until tomorrow! Regardless, I took the stairs two at a time and arrived at the bottom after about a minute and a half. Oops. I should have taken the elevator. I threw my arms around the young, handsome man sitting on the couch and yelled, "Arty! You're back!"
Calmly and collected, he spoke, "Hey Dee! How've you been? Where are those buffoons-er-sorry Mum-brothers of ours?"
"I don't know. They're around here somewhere. They are finally going to St. Bartelby's tomorrow, so I will finally have peace."
He leaned in close, and in a hushed voice, asked, "Have they been bothering you again?"
"Yeah. The usual: teasing, pranking, and name-calling. But it's fine. You're here! After what, nine months?"
A bit guiltily, Arty replied, "Sorry I haven't been by much, Dee. There's been a lot happening," he whispered, "underground."
When Mum gave him a quizzical look, and jumped and hastily started chatting animatedly with her about the weather, gardening, and his girlfriend, Minerva Paradizo. I took the chance to escape up to my room. For five and a half hours I sat at my desk, typing information into my state-of-the-art laptop [a birthday gift from Arty]. Layer by layer, I slowly peeled away Foaly's virtual defenses. Finally, I was in. Full access to the LEP system. Hey, I don't have a 22o I.Q. for nothing.
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So what do you think? Whatever your ideas are, REVIEW!!! You know you want to! *begs and pleads on knees*